Eleanor And Hick Novels & Stories

“Mom.” “What?” Eleanor demanded, too fast. “You think I’m going to believe one video over what I know happened?” Briggs’s thumb stayed on the screen, the clip paused on Wren mid-fall, hair flying, body already collapsing. “You know what happened,” he said. “That’s the problem.” Eleanor’s eyes locked on the screen, then away, then back again. Her jaw tightened hard enough to show it in her cheeks. For the first time since we walked in, she looked cornered.

At the side courtyard of the Sinclair residence, Eleanor stepped across the threshold with Holden's arm in hers, dressed in a deep green dress. Suddenly, she stumbled slightly. Holden quickly steadied her, asking in concern, "What's wrong? Are the shoes uncomfortable?" "No." Eleanor shook her head. "I just remembered I forgot to bring something. I'll go take it." "Sure. I'll wait for you there." Holden let go of her hand gently. "Okay." Eleanor smiled faintly before turning around and leaving the courtyard. She walked toward a figure she had just spotted out of the corner of her eye and led them into a secluded corner. Her expression turned stern instantly.

Andreas spent the rest of the day feeling like crap. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. * Eleanor was in awe as she looked around the mall. It was huge. Pretty huge. She hadn't seen a lot of people in Lake Creek so she had expected something small and minimal but was happy it wasn't. It was big enough for her to get lost in. Someone tapped and shoulder and she turned. Brown haired guy smiled down at her. "I knew it was you! Hey." "Hey." She smiled back then rose a joking brow "You came shopping?"

"Finally." "I told him to flag every section," he said. "He flagged every section," I said. "And then used the wrong figures in section eleven." He held the coffee. "Section eleven," he said. "Yes," I said. He sent Harrison a message. I watched him do it. Three lines. Specific. No editorializing. I held the quarterly. "Eleanor met the boys on Saturday," I said. He looked at me. "You arranged it," he said. "Yes," I said. "At the park. She sat on the bench. Billy introduced himself and asked if she was his grandmother's grandmother. She said she was his great-grandmother."

The message couldn't be clearer: he wanted his daughter, not me. I helped Arielle unpack her overnight bag, my movements mechanical. When she mentioned being hungry, I was almost grateful for the distraction. "Why don't you go play with your toys while I make dinner?" I suggested, pressing a kiss to her forehead. As soon as she scampered off, I turned to Eleanor. "Did you see her? This Vicky person?" "I caught a glimpse," Eleanor admitted. "In the car. She’s blonde. That's all I saw." "Shit," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "Do you think she is his girlfriend?"

“You’re such a loser. I mean, we both are. I’m glad we once teamed up because you and I will never get the love we desire. Sylvia always gets what we want.” “Shut the fuck up!” Eleanor raised her voice and exhaled sharply. June began laughing maniacally. Eleanor looked her straight in the face. “I came here to let you know that I had a hand in those wanted posters of you. I collaborated with the police and I’m not ashamed to let you know that Fred doesn’t have feelings for me but I don’t care. I’m glad that I did the right thing.” June went on to create applause. “Bravo! All hail Saint Eleanor!”

***** Eleanor was sipping coffee while lounging in a white silk robe at a seaside home outside of Vest city, her sunglasses perched on her nose. "Sweetheart, do you really think this plan will work?" Thomas asked, kneeling at her feet and rubbing her legs. “Haley is not a moron. She'll—“ A nasty smirk curved Eleanor’s lips as she pushed up her glasses. "Don't be concerned. My cousin knows the local thug in Napple city. After years of employment, he now manages his own business.He assured me that no one enters or exits without his permission. Haley is not going to return."

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Hiro said behind. Eleanor was startled as her heartbeat raced fast. She turned to look at him and closed the door behind her. "You saw us kissing?" She asked, trying to calm herself down. Hiro shrugs his shoulders. "A little bit not that it matters." "It matters Hiro, that was my moment and you just ruined it." "How did I ruin it, Aunt Eleanor?" Hiro asked. "I didn't even chase him away, he ran away from you." he added and furrowed his forehead a bit.

she said quickly. “Please can we just get through dinner?” Elaine pleaded. “You two are going at it pretty hard,” Eleanor went off topic, leaving me confused, “the concealer is not covering some of those hickeys, dear.” Eleanor walked away quickly afterwards. I looked at Elaine thoroughly confused. “What hickeys?” I asked her as I looked at her neckline. She chuckled nervously and said, “I went to a farm yesterday and got bitten by some insects.” “Insects?” I looked at her neck and I spotted a mark that looked similar to a hickey.